Sonata

Behind my bright eyes
Under my fine muscles
Hides the horrifying microorganism
Of my past

It can not be seen by the naked eye
Nor felt by the strongest sense of
Intuition

A marble statue may look spotless
Until closely examined
Acid rain contaminates it

You call me beautiful
The adorer, the most handsome
Yet, I can not live up to it

I have a past
You can not see
So look away
Find a new peace…